C97 Seven years

Leng Aotian's bloodthirsty eyes flashed with a faint cold light, as if wanting to beat Shui Ruohan to a pulp! Gurgle!

Hearing that, Xu Bixuan looked up, and followed Leng Aotian's cold gaze to his own jade hands that were tightly clenched by Shui Ruohan, and a trace of pleasure flashed across the bottom of his heart. Even so, it had already caused Leng Aotian's anger to soar to the heavens